(2014)
If I was once the tallest mountain your love was the wind that eroded me to nothing
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
The pen must be mightier than the sword For there is nothing that will spill your guts faster than a bit of ink that says
Everyday brings a new death in three words give or take Some days I drown
My heart was paper now folded six times over to make it harder to tear I only hope that
It must be a wednesday or a friday or any day at all for I am painfully aware of the wo… that consumes me
Under the weight of life I forget how to breathe and I feel suffocated I hesitantly make peace with the world
Autumn sneaks in preceding dormancy Leaves take on new beauty with nothing left in them but a fa… Individually insignificant
Everyday I visit the only writers block I know to hone my words and wit and help them cut deeper into the skin
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I awoke in the dark next to you and more alone than ever I was amazed to hear your heart beating from
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
I don’t remember any anesthesia after talking with you but I woke up stitched back
The hands of this watch haven’t moved since the last time you did and I’m not sure if I’m ready to hear the ticking
